Northbound Countdown 2/10 (Dean/Misha, Dean/Cas)
Title: Northbound Countdown 2/10 (a/k/a 3.3.2009, 9 Days until SPN returns from break.)
Author: Nikki Loza (a/k/a
Disclaimer: A collection of people own Supernatural and its characters. Misha owns himself. I own nothing.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural/RPS
Genre/ Pairing: Slash. Dean/Misha. Contemplation of Dean/Castiel.
Spoilers: Takes place post-4x11 Sex and Violence.
Warnings: WIP written live over 10 days, so you may wish to wait until the end if you would like the full, edited version. Thoughts of angel!porn.
Notes: This is AU in the sense that Jensen, Misha, Jared etc. do not work on “Supernatural”, but rather as voiceover artists on a popular cartoon so they’re not as recognizable to the general public; I didn’t want to address Misha playing Castiel and Jensen playing Dean in this fic so Misha has never heard of the Winchesters, but Dean definitely recognizes Misha’s face as Castiel. Also, Misha’s single and has a home near Boston, while Jen and Jared are friends who live together in Vancouver.
Summary: After meeting Misha, Dean tells Sam he thinks he ran into Castiel’s vessel. 10 day Dean/Misha countdown to Supernatural's return from winter break.
The sound of a motel door swinging open cued Sam’s head to whip around in time to see Dean storm inside and come to a sudden stop with his mouth hanging open. Sam watched his older brother stand there staring at him with his eyes wide open for what felt like two full minutes before he gave in at the exact same time that Dean began to speak.
“You alright?”
“I think I just ran into Cas’s vessel.”
They processed each other’s words and, assuming that his statement answered Sam’s question, Dean let his brother speak.
“What, just his vessel?”
“Minus one big honkin angel.” Dean flicked his hands in the air and started to pace between the two beds.
“That’s…not good.”
“Uh, ya think?”
“And this guy seemed human?”
“A lot of things seem human, but yeah-" Dean’s sentence turned into a mumble. “-more human than Cas ever did.”
“I guess it makes sense. When demons possess people, there’s still someone left if they don’t burn ‘em out.”
“Yeah, but Cas told me that angels don’t possess-then again, I guess the details of it don’t matter so much if where just talking about him leaving a body behind when he goes wherever he goes.”
“You think this guy just runs around living his life around Boston until the angels have a message for us?”
“I don’t know. Haven’t really had the chance to ask Cas about it with all the seals breaking.” Half-way through his sentence, Dean was hit full-force with the idea that he had only briefly entertained-that Castiel’s absence from his vessel could mean that he was not coming back. “If this guy really was his vessel-he was completely out of it. He recognized me, right, but he had to be mixing things up or something because he kept calling me ‘Jen’.”
“He thought you were a girl?” Sam sounded incredulous and while there wasn’t a hint of amusement in his voice, Dean glowered at him as if the younger man had laughed in his face and Sam cleared his throat before continuing. “So, what do you think? Maybe this guy’s thoughts got all mixed up with the angelic thoughts somehow and he’s matching your face with someone else’s name?”
“’s my best guess.” Dean shrugged.
“What’d you say to him?”
“Played along, said I got a new phone and got his number.” Dean started taking off his jacket, the heated motel air finally making its way through the layers. “He invited me to dinner, so we need to do some prep work or something before I go up there-pack up some holy water-”
“Wait, he invited you to dinner? Like a date?” Sam interrupted.
“What? No!” Dean paused with his arms still caught in his jacket, just long enough to look at Sam like he was an idiot. “Apparently I’ve never been to his house and he wants to show me around.”
“Around his bedroom.” Sam laughed, but Dean only frowned in response. “Oh come on, you’re not gonna get out of me ragging on you after all the crap you’ve given me about women.”
“Women, Sam, women! Not guys running around looking like Cas’ vessel.”
“And it’s the ‘Cas’ vessel’ part that bothers you?”
Dean glared across the room.
“Okay, changing the subject.” Sam turned his attention to the open laptop in front of him. “We need to come up with a story for who I am in case he hasn’t already assigned me to some persona.”
“Whoa, there, cowboy. I was invited, not me plus one.”
“It sounds like ‘Jen’ was invited, and if it’s really not a date then there shouldn’t be a problem with me coming along.”
“Fine, then we’ll call it a date.” Dean peeled off another shirt. “I don’t need you around blocking my man-boning.”
Sam’s sigh was a little overdramatic as far as Dean was concerned. “I’m not letting you out on a hunt alone-because this is basically a hunt until we know for sure that this is just a regular guy. Seriously, do you really think I’m gonna sit here while you walk off trying to pretend to be someone else when we don’t know anything about who you’re supposed to be?”
“Exactly, we don’t even know anything about who I’m supposed to be. How are we even going to make up a good story for who you are? And if you’re supposed to be someone already, then both of us are just going to be sitting there lost.”
“Dean, we lie about who we are on a daily basis, and when you screw up, I’m there to cover for you. I’m not letting you go there alone so we should stop wasting time and start figuring out who I’m gonna be.”
“Damn it, Sam.” Dean flopped down on the bed, then pointed to Sam without looking at him. “You’re getting a girl name too.”
Author: Nikki Loza (a/k/a
Disclaimer: A collection of people own Supernatural and its characters. Misha owns himself. I own nothing.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural/RPS
Genre/ Pairing: Slash. Dean/Misha. Contemplation of Dean/Castiel.
Spoilers: Takes place post-4x11 Sex and Violence.
Warnings: WIP written live over 10 days, so you may wish to wait until the end if you would like the full, edited version. Thoughts of angel!porn.
Notes: This is AU in the sense that Jensen, Misha, Jared etc. do not work on “Supernatural”, but rather as voiceover artists on a popular cartoon so they’re not as recognizable to the general public; I didn’t want to address Misha playing Castiel and Jensen playing Dean in this fic so Misha has never heard of the Winchesters, but Dean definitely recognizes Misha’s face as Castiel. Also, Misha’s single and has a home near Boston, while Jen and Jared are friends who live together in Vancouver.
Summary: After meeting Misha, Dean tells Sam he thinks he ran into Castiel’s vessel. 10 day Dean/Misha countdown to Supernatural's return from winter break.
The sound of a motel door swinging open cued Sam’s head to whip around in time to see Dean storm inside and come to a sudden stop with his mouth hanging open. Sam watched his older brother stand there staring at him with his eyes wide open for what felt like two full minutes before he gave in at the exact same time that Dean began to speak.
“You alright?”
“I think I just ran into Cas’s vessel.”
They processed each other’s words and, assuming that his statement answered Sam’s question, Dean let his brother speak.
“What, just his vessel?”
“Minus one big honkin angel.” Dean flicked his hands in the air and started to pace between the two beds.
“That’s…not good.”
“Uh, ya think?”
“And this guy seemed human?”
“A lot of things seem human, but yeah-" Dean’s sentence turned into a mumble. “-more human than Cas ever did.”
“I guess it makes sense. When demons possess people, there’s still someone left if they don’t burn ‘em out.”
“Yeah, but Cas told me that angels don’t possess-then again, I guess the details of it don’t matter so much if where just talking about him leaving a body behind when he goes wherever he goes.”
“You think this guy just runs around living his life around Boston until the angels have a message for us?”
“I don’t know. Haven’t really had the chance to ask Cas about it with all the seals breaking.” Half-way through his sentence, Dean was hit full-force with the idea that he had only briefly entertained-that Castiel’s absence from his vessel could mean that he was not coming back. “If this guy really was his vessel-he was completely out of it. He recognized me, right, but he had to be mixing things up or something because he kept calling me ‘Jen’.”
“He thought you were a girl?” Sam sounded incredulous and while there wasn’t a hint of amusement in his voice, Dean glowered at him as if the younger man had laughed in his face and Sam cleared his throat before continuing. “So, what do you think? Maybe this guy’s thoughts got all mixed up with the angelic thoughts somehow and he’s matching your face with someone else’s name?”
“’s my best guess.” Dean shrugged.
“What’d you say to him?”
“Played along, said I got a new phone and got his number.” Dean started taking off his jacket, the heated motel air finally making its way through the layers. “He invited me to dinner, so we need to do some prep work or something before I go up there-pack up some holy water-”
“Wait, he invited you to dinner? Like a date?” Sam interrupted.
“What? No!” Dean paused with his arms still caught in his jacket, just long enough to look at Sam like he was an idiot. “Apparently I’ve never been to his house and he wants to show me around.”
“Around his bedroom.” Sam laughed, but Dean only frowned in response. “Oh come on, you’re not gonna get out of me ragging on you after all the crap you’ve given me about women.”
“Women, Sam, women! Not guys running around looking like Cas’ vessel.”
“And it’s the ‘Cas’ vessel’ part that bothers you?”
Dean glared across the room.
“Okay, changing the subject.” Sam turned his attention to the open laptop in front of him. “We need to come up with a story for who I am in case he hasn’t already assigned me to some persona.”
“Whoa, there, cowboy. I was invited, not me plus one.”
“It sounds like ‘Jen’ was invited, and if it’s really not a date then there shouldn’t be a problem with me coming along.”
“Fine, then we’ll call it a date.” Dean peeled off another shirt. “I don’t need you around blocking my man-boning.”
Sam’s sigh was a little overdramatic as far as Dean was concerned. “I’m not letting you out on a hunt alone-because this is basically a hunt until we know for sure that this is just a regular guy. Seriously, do you really think I’m gonna sit here while you walk off trying to pretend to be someone else when we don’t know anything about who you’re supposed to be?”
“Exactly, we don’t even know anything about who I’m supposed to be. How are we even going to make up a good story for who you are? And if you’re supposed to be someone already, then both of us are just going to be sitting there lost.”
“Dean, we lie about who we are on a daily basis, and when you screw up, I’m there to cover for you. I’m not letting you go there alone so we should stop wasting time and start figuring out who I’m gonna be.”
“Damn it, Sam.” Dean flopped down on the bed, then pointed to Sam without looking at him. “You’re getting a girl name too.”